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⚬ pairing: joshua x reader ⚬ word count: 5040 ⚬ warnings: mentions of alcohol ⚬ genres: FLUFF, shallow angst, guitarist/bandmate!joshua, some annoying neighbour tropes, a little bit of pining, wintery pizzazz, joshua is a hopeless romantic :(

✧✎ synopsis: somebody new just moved into the upstairs apartment. they’re loud, irritatingly sweet, and unfortunately, very pretty. but you’re not looking for a new relationship, even if it comes in the form of joshua hong.

✧✎ a/n: oooUUooouu YES! this is a gift to my lovely secret santa, @luvshuas !! ♡ in my first ask, i learned that dani liked using paint by numbers, AND I THOUGHT THAT WAS ADORABLE so i helped use it to create this fic! dani, you are such a joy to talk to AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS XOXOXO !! :D

Last week, someone new had moved into the empty apartment one floor above yours. You didn’t know who. Not their name, not their face, just that they occupied the once vacant space of room 24D. Supposedly, their next-door neighbours had already brought them some housewarming gifts. A watering can filled with flowers, a wreath of white candles, and an old sewing tin now converted into a container for oatmeal chocolate chip cookies.

All closely resembling the gifts you received during your first week at the apartment complex. It made sense though, considering most rooms were home to very elderly couples. At first, you planned a brief gap in your day to visit this stranger and welcome them to such a small complex. Find out if they were old or young, endearing or irritable, sensible or flat out crazy. But you never visited room 24D, because you were currently in a moat about your ex-partner.

An extremely deep, inescapable moat.

Not only had they broken up with you on the day you planned to introduce them to your parents, they decided it would be most efficient to do so through a stupid text message. From Monday to Friday, you’d been moping in a curled-up ball on the couch, blowing into tissues and flicking through the holiday romcoms even though they were all so cookie-cutter and dull. To make matters worse, it had been snowing all week, shutting you indoors as a draft built up outside the windowsills.

You had completely forgot about the newbie who’d just moved in upstairs. Until one day, when they decided to make their presence known in the most jarring way possible.

That particular morning, you were finally feeling stable enough to not eat dry, stale cereal straight from the box. You were feeling well enough to avoid another twelve hours moulding into the couch. While a cold wind blew against the windows and rattled the glass, you poured yourself some tea with the new teapot your mother parceled as an early present. And that’s when you heard it: an eruption of electric sound from the floor directly above yours. It sounded like a guitar, if that guitar were plugged into a massive amp and its chords were being plucked by one thousand fingers.

Coincidentally, you spilt tea, scalding and runny, all over the countertop. It started dribbling down your cupboards and creating blotches on the tiled flooring. At random, the sound stopped.

By lunchtime you were unwinding in the shower, your eyes shut as the water poured onto your face and streamed toward the drain. When you squeezed out some shampoo onto your fingers, you heard the chord progression again. This time louder, if that was even possible. The bottle flung from your wet hands and crashed against the floor, startling you half to death, a trail of wasted shampoo then painted to the wall. But the sound didn’t stop immediately. Unlike last time, the stranger railed on their guitar for half an hour at least.

Yet the last straw didn’t come until evening.

Sitting at the kitchen table with a water jar next to your elbow, you were using your new paint by numbers kit. You had been waiting all day to try it, brushing in the mesmerizing colours of a watery-purple landscape. For the last time that day, you were jolted by the riff of an electric guitar, causing you to jerk a huge, thick streak of black paint right across the paper, effectively ruining it. How horrible. How Terrible.

And you were not going to let the incident slide.

Room 24D.

The room directly above yours. After banging your fist rather inhospitably against the door, you couldn’t lie that the face which greeted you was a definite shock. A young man probably in his early twenties, with curly, brown hair styled neatly yet in disarray, and these wide, glass-like eyes that felt so penetrating you were afraid to glare him down. In fact, you were a bit nervous.

“I don’t know where you stayed at last, b-but at this complex, people don’t usually slam on their electric guitars.”

But so what if you were nervous? You had grown accustomed to sharing this complex with seniors. The thought of someone this young (and admittedly – quite beautiful) had somewhat stunted your brain. The stranger looked at you as though he had nothing to say. He started bobbing his head and shrugged.

“Yeah, well, I’m guessing it doesn’t happen ‘cause everyone here is over seventy and crochets scarves until bedtime. It’s not my fault you’re the only one who’s still got decent hearing.”

Your eyes narrowed; your brow heavily creased.

“What’s your name?” You asked.

He hesitated at first, then replied, “Joshua.”

“Okay, Joshua, I’d rather have everyone in this building crocheting scarves out the damn window if it meant not listening to a stupid electric guitar all day. You ruined my paint by numbers kit.”

Joshua laughed. “Your what?” He then flashed a grin which suggested he was holding back a satirical comment.

“My paint by numbers kit!” You repeated, feeling your nervousness dissolve into irritation. “It’s ruined, and I’m blaming it on you because it’s your fault. My whole week has been awful and you just made it even worse. So there. I hope you’re happy.”

For some reason, Joshua leaned his shoulder against the doorframe like someone who had all the time in the world. He appeared way too comfortable. Something about it irked you while simultaneously pulling this weird, fuzzy string in your chest. The boy folded his arms and raised a curious eyebrow.

“Why was your week awful?” He questioned.

There was a sweetness to his voice which hadn’t been there before, and you absolutely weren’t going to fall for it, even if it sounded like he ate a spoonful of honey and might taste just as good.

“No. Forget it,” you sighed, waving a dismissive hand, “I said what I had to say. Just be quieter, please.”

You turned around sharply, making your way toward the elevator based at the end of the corridor. Those magnetic eyes of his seemed to be glued to your backside, an almost palpable feeling.

“Okay!” He called out. “Great chat! Nice to meet you too!”

The boy was being wholly sarcastic of course. After returning to your apartment, you cleaned up the kitchen table, sweeping away your paint by numbers kit into a drawer just in case you were one day struck with the motivation to fix it up. Probably not.

“Uh—excuse me? You called me, remember? So don’t go shifting the fault like always. I just can’t believe how immature you are! And, you know what, I’m hanging up now! Don’t call back!”

Smashing your finger against the phone screen, you ended the call, silencing the aggravated voice that had pounded through the line just a second before. An unfortunate misdial resulted in your ex phoning you at the supermarket. The interaction immediately turned south, prompting you to hurry outside into the snow, wedging the brown paper bag of produce underneath your arm and against your chest, all while you barked into the phone with the other hand.

Snowflakes were brimming the edge of your wool hat; your fingertips numb and stiff. Your pacing, impatient footsteps were stamped across the white ground. Things had been difficult enough without your ex invading even the most boring parts of your life, and now a mundane stop at the market had left you intensely unsettled.

As you huffed a web of your breath into the air, you spotted something unexpected: Joshua helping Mrs. Akané load the groceries into her small silver-bullet car. She lived alone on the bottom floor of the apartment complex, one of the kindest old ladies in the whole building. Every winter she had knitted you a pink pair of mittens. When Joshua opened the car door for her, she gave him a gentle pat on his shoulder and her patented rosy-cheeked smile.

Since you scorned him for his abrasive guitar playing, it only happened less often, though it was never any quieter. You realized that he belonged in a band. From time to time they would take the stage at the downtown bar, engendering a space so packed it was nearly impossible to wriggle to the counter for a quick drink. Joshua invited you to his Friday night gig – which was tonight – and while you had contemplated the decision to attend, the disheartening encounter with your ex had officially soiled the mood.

Joshua noticed you, probably looking cold and mad.

“So,” he began, “are you coming tonight?”

Adjusting the groceries underneath your arm, you shrugged, meanwhile the hollow nature of your eyes screamed a blatant no. If anything, you wanted to be back on that living room couch, eating an entire tray of frosted shortbread cookies and dabbing at your tears.

“Seriously?” Joshua frowned. “You’re gonna pass? It is ‘cause you’re still mad about the guitar playing? I’m sorry, okay.”

“No,” you shook your head, “no, no. It’s not because of your disruptive, loud guitar playing. I’m just not having a good day.”

Bits of snow began to powder Joshua’s brown hair. His cheeks were blushed and his nose rosy.

“No offense,” the boy laughed, “but it seems like you’re never having a good day.” He then shook his head, scattering the snowflakes from between the fibres of his hair. “How about you come to our little concert shindig thing, listen to our set – which is great, I promise – then we can talk about it, back at my place.”

For a moment, you paused, and this perplexed expression briefly eclipsed your features. Did he just subtly attempt to persuade you into some sort of… Date? No, it was too soon for anything like that. He was probably joking anyways (despite his straight face).

“I don’t know… I’m tired. Maybe another time.”

You started carrying the brown bag of produce to your car, parked just down the street. Joshua chuckled and tagged along at your side, the snow crunching softly under your feet.

“When’s another time?” He asked.

Throwing open the car door and sliding the bag inside, you sighed. “Another time is another time. It’s self-explanatory.”

“So you’re not coming?” Joshua questioned in finality.

“No.” You replied, rubbing your cold fingers together, attempting to spark some warmth. “I’m not.”

It was then that Joshua took your hands in his, a gesture that completely flicked you off your axis, and started to squeeze them, kneading your skin with his thumbs until you felt the uncomfortable stiffness gradually wear off. He brought your hands close to his face, pursed his pink, very pretty lips, and started to blow on them. A sensation fizzled to life in your lower tummy. Not only were you heating up significantly, but you felt too hot. Scary hot.

“That’s a shame.” Joshua said, releasing your hands carefully, like he’d just touched gold. “But I can wait for another time.”

You couldn’t sleep that night.

Most likely because you were regretting the decision to not attend Joshua’s gig at the bar. The fact that no matter how hard you pushed, memories of your past relationship would still linger like a heavy mist, preventing you from being happy, from detaching, from forming new connections. Wet drops of snow tapped against your window. And then, at around one in the morning, you heard a knock at your apartment door.

Joshua. Evidently intoxicated. His guitar case slung over his back. A foggy sort of look disrupting his usual countenance.

“Hey there,” he mumbled, rubbing at his eye, “couldn’t get into my room. Think I could crash—” the boy stopped midsentence to yawn and hiccup, his face flushed pink, “crash here?”

“Did you walk home from the bar?” You asked, disregarding his inquiry.

“No, Jihoon drove me.” Joshua answered, bracing his hand against the threshold. “Pretty please? Can I stay?”

“Fine.”

You took the dark green guitar case from Joshua’s back, stamped with numerous luggage stickers that made it seem as though he’d flown all over the globe. After settling the case beside the couch, you helped Joshua lie down, though he flopped rather ungracefully with his face squished into a pillow.

For an awkward moment, you were just standing there, twiddling your thumbs as Joshua squirmed onto his back.

“Do you want a glass of water?” You proposed.

Joshua carded a hand through his brown locks and further dishevelled them. His face seemed to glow and the manner in which his eyes softly shut had you feeling oddly sympathetic. Like you needed to take care of him.

Rather than answering your question, Joshua sighed.

“I can’t believe you flaked on me.” He said. “I looked forward to seeing you there all week. I told my friends about you.”

Your toes dug into the carpet; teeth fastened into your bottom lip. You couldn’t tell if he was rambling drunken nonsense or being wholly truthful. Joshua titled his head to the side, nestling his cheek comfortably against the pillow.

“Like I said, there’ll be another time.”

“Can I have a blanket?” He mumbled sleepily.

Disappearing into your bedroom for a moment, you grabbed Joshua a spare blanket which often lied next to you on the bed, just in case it got a little too cold at night. Your heating was fairly shabby.

“Here you go.” You said, dropping it on him.

After pulling the fabric up to his chin and spending a minute getting comfy, Joshua started smiling, lashes long against his cheeks.

“Appreciate it.” He replied. ”Kick me out early if you want.”

When Joshua scheduled his next gig at the bar, you made sure to be there, settled near the back at the cocktail counter. As you anticipated, the space filled up quickly, and you kept tucking in your legs whenever someone scooted by to use the washroom or find a better vantage point. You didn’t mention that you were coming. It was supposed to be a surprise which had oddly excited you. Like you were someone important to him, even though you probably weren’t.

You enjoyed his band’s performance. While sipping at something syrupy and a little too cherry flavoured, you couldn’t help but smile behind the glass, shake your foot even, as Joshua strummed down on the electric guitar. There was a pink-haired drummer seated behind him, and a bassist with a dashing, heavenly smile. Eventually, the tone of their music shifted near the end of the set. Joshua exchanged his electric guitar for the acoustic one kept in that dark green, stickered case. And when he started to sing a slower, more sentimental song, you felt something cotton-like in your chest.

How could his voice be this soft? How could it turn so sweet? How could his eyes switch from a powerful ripple to calm water? And why were you heating up all over? The glass hit your knee as you continued to watch Joshua sing, as though you’d fallen into a trance, like a sailor caught by the lullaby of a siren.

But then, as your eyes scanned the crowd for a brief moment, they attached to some who looked awfully familiar.

Goddammit. Of course.

Why did your stupid ex have to be everywhere?

Why did they have to invade every aspect of your life? Especially the enjoyable parts? Once the stage ended and Joshua began thanking the crowd for an energetic reaction, they turned around and grabbed their friend excitedly. Yet, the thrill on their face disappeared the second they noticed you, glaring bitterly, angrily, still clearly hurt. That’s when you decided to leave.

You were halfway down the block when you heard your name being shouted. Pausing beneath a street lamp, you attempted to peer through the heavy flurries sweeping down from the night sky. A silhouette began to take shape. Joshua finally pressed through into the light, without his jacket, his equipment, or even a damn sweater.

“What the hell are you doing out here?” You questioned him, wondering how cold he must be feeling in that white t-shirt.

Joshua took a few more steps forward. “I saw you there,” he replied, still trying to catch his breath, “but then you just stormed out. I nearly threw myself down the back entrance trying to catch up with you, y’know. How do you walk that damn fast?”

“I just—I wanted to beat the crowd home.” You lied.

Joshua took in another big breath, then nodded his head. “So, what did you think? You like the music?”

“It’s cool… Why did you leave without a jacket? I mean, it’s snowing like crazy. You’re gonna get hypothermia or something.”

“Well, I didn’t want to let you get away.” The boy laughed, brushing off some flurries compiling on his shoulder. “It was great to see you there. But, why didn’t you tell me? Why the secrecy.”

You shrugged. “Why should I tell you?”

At that, you weren’t expecting Joshua to have a response. Maybe he’d be a little puzzled and have to think about it. Instead, he seemed to be formulating a surprise of his own.

“Because I have a song for you,” Joshua revealed, “I wrote it with Jihoon. It’s an acoustic thing. But I could turn it hard rock too.”

It felt like someone had turned the table. Ironically, you were the one struggling to reply, your brow furrowing in the dim light as you stared at this boy with his glowing cheeks and his hair disrupted by the flakes of snow. You sniffled, cold air hitting your lungs.

“Why would you write a song about me?”

No one had ever done such a gesture for you before. Not that you had been acquainted with many musicians or lyricists. You felt strange, but also warm, and heart-fluttery, and like you were possibly falling for someone harder than ever before. Joshua approached you tentatively and grabbed your hand, his eyes soft.

“Probably because I like you.” Joshua murmured. “A lot.”

Your heart started to pound, and it felt like someone was banging their fists against your chest. Even if you had denied it in the beginning, the truth was that you liked Joshua too. And yet, those reciprocating words somehow fell to the bottom of your feet. Because as much as you wanted it, you still weren’t ready for someone new.

“Joshua…” you squeezed his hand and looked into those endearing eyes of his, “I-I can’t right now. I was in a relationship not too long ago, and now that’s over, but I’m still trying to get over it. I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry.”

The boy shook his head. “You don’t have to be sorry.” Joshua answered, running his thumb between your knuckles. “You’re not ready, I get it.”

Breathing out slowly, you smiled at him.

You were yanking open all the drawers in the kitchen, trying to remember where exactly you had stuck that little metal whisk. A bowl of unmixed cupcake batter was waiting to be stirred. Each year that it was open, you signed up for the Complex Gift Exchange, and it just so happened that sixty-five-year-old Miss Dupont really liked vanilla cupcakes. You pulled out the drawer that had been hiding the ruined, stained paper courtesy of your paint by numbers kit.

Rolling your eyes, you slammed it shut, only to realize you’d left the whisk sitting behind the big bag of flour on the counter.

Even though you had turned down Joshua that one night in the snow, he didn’t act spiteful or weird about it. And somehow, you two had grown closer since. Joshua was very easy to talk to. He was a good listener. No matter how many times you ran into each other on the elevator, or at the supermarket, the letter boxes in the lobby or at the car lot, Joshua always made time to listen to whatever mishap had bothered you that day. He still railed on his electric guitar every now and then, though you were beginning to accept it. Baby steps.

Apparently, one of his bandmates was visiting today.

You knew exactly when he’d arrived too, because as soon as you pulled the cupcakes out from the oven to cool, this wave of intense sound; drumming, symbols, guitar, everything, exploded from the floor above, like someone had just thrown a clump of instruments into a hurricane. You stared up at the ceiling winsomely and sighed.

Dressed in a long, thick winter coat, you went outside the complex to visit the garden, now blanketed by snow and sparkling white. You brushed off the bench that had once sat before a fiery pink row of petunias and took a seat. It was much quieter.

“Hey!”

Or so you thought.

Turning around, you gazed up at the apartment complex, spotting two familiar faces hanging out from a fourth story window.

“What?!” You shouted back.

Joshua grinned, then cupped his hands around his mouth as an amplifier. “Were we being too loud?!” He asked.

“Yeah!” His friend yelled. “Were we too loud?!” You had learned the other face was Jihoon, the band drummer, his hair now a rusty shade of crimson. He helped write most of their music.

“No, I’m just sitting out here in the wind and snow and below zero temperatures because I want to!” You replied at the top of your lungs.

Waving at you apologetically, Joshua kept smiling. “Sorry! I’m gonna kick him out soon!” He pointed at Jihoon. “If you want, you can come up here and listen to our last rehearsal!”

Jihoon shoved Joshua’s head out of the way.

“Don’t come up here!” The drummer exclaimed. “It’s not even close to ready yet. He’s just saying that because he’s in—”

A hand clamped swiftly to the boy’s mouth, muffling the remainder of his sentence like it was top secret. Joshua then dragged him away from the open window. Quirking an eyebrow in confusion, you stared at the vacant space until Joshua reappeared a moment later, scratching the back of his head and looking sheepish.

“Sorry about that!” Joshua called. “We’re almost done!”

“I’m in no rush!” You answered, turning back around.

It was true. There weren’t too many pressing things you needed to get done today, besides making the buttercream frosting for Miss Dupont’s cupcakes. The weather wasn’t even as terrible as you made it seem. The wind was light, and the shining sun helped mitigate the usual bitterness of winter. It was quite nice out.

Until about ten minutes later, when Joshua threw a snowball at your back. You spun around quickly, glaring at the boy who was dusting his hands clean of snow, standing near the complex doorway. In that moment, you wanted to be angry at him. But, to be honest, you felt like laughing instead.

“Shouldn’t I be the one throwing snowballs at you?”

Joshua shrugged. “If you could even hit me.”

“Keep your eyes open tonight, Joshua Hong.” You comically threatened him. “Where are you going, anyways?”

“I have to get my person a gift for the exchange thing.” He said, pulling a hat over his hair. “And a new guitar pick.”

“Have fun with that.”

Then, waiting for him to turn around, you hastily packed together a snowball and threw it against the back of his coat.

Miss Dupont somehow figured out who was responsible for her gift. She asked you to give her the cupcakes early, because she swore, she was had been able to smell them baking through the air ducts. Maybe you added too much vanilla. Everyone was supposed to exchange their gifts tomorrow, leaving them by the door or delivering them in person. You didn’t have a clue as to who could be preparing your gift. As long as it wasn’t another candle wreath to collect dust in your closet, you figured you’d be fine with it.

Tonight would be your last opportunity in a long while to watch Joshua’s band perform at the downtown bar. You’d missed their last show, ruminating over the possibility of encountering your ex again; feeling those horrible emotions which were nothing more than poison in disguise. After the New Year, Joshua was planning to visit South Korea with his bandmates for a few weeks. It would be awfully strange to not hear another symphony from his electric guitar, or Jihoon’s drumkit. Jeonghan never really stopped by much.

It was at least an hour or so before Joshua was scheduled to perform. So, you decided to walk down the street to the lane of trees now wrapped and curled with lights. There were small, twinkling white lights. Large, blue lights shaped like hanging icicles. Some blinked in a specific pattern while others morphed colours. At night, it made quite the spectacle. Many people had stopped, much like yourself, to admire the aurora and pull their significant other a little bit closer. You huffed, hating this lonesomeness inside you.

But then you felt a quick pair of fingers dance up your back, and immediately recognized his eyes shining like stars.

“This is the first time I’ve seen you at the lights.” Joshua remarked, zipping up his jacket. “They’ve been up for a while now.”

“It’s always a magnet for couples.” You told him, glancing around at all the handholding and heads leaned adoringly on shoulders. “And I am—well, I was, standing here alone.” Inside your coat pocket, you played with a piece of lint, realizing that perhaps you finally felt ready and significantly healed to consider another relationship.

Looking at you from the corner of his eye, Joshua nodded.

It seemed as though the lights were a place he visited frequently, even amongst all the couples. To you, Joshua seemed like someone who was inspired by love. The not so subtle nature of awkward yet enamored eye contact which made people giggly. Holding onto the very tips of someone’s fingers because you couldn’t let go of their hand even for a second. Pressing an ear to a comfortable chest, listening for a rhythmic, thumping heartbeat. You bet he liked kisses too. Quick kisses on cheeks and gentle kisses on noses and slow, warm kisses to the mouth which could set a fire in your belly.

Out of the blue, you asked him something personal.

“How fast do you usually fall for someone?”

Joshua’s eyes traced the twinkling lights of the tree, all the way to the very top.

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “I’ve never thought about it.”

Kicking at a lump of hard snow, you sighed. “I think I fall too quickly. Maybe that’s why my last relationship ended the way it did. I just… I don’t know, it could be that I jumped in without knowing what’s beneath me. I don’t want that to happen again.”

The boy glanced at you, snowflakes already beginning to stick in his hair. “Well, there’s nothing wrong with taking things slow. I mean, there’s always going to be some chance in a relationship. You don’t know until you’re in it.”

“I guess so.” You replied. “When I think about it, anything’s better than getting text message-dumped right before a family dinner.” Joshua wasn’t a stranger to the humiliating affairs of your past relationship. One night, after one too many beverages at the bar, you introduced him to the entire story.

“Bad luck.” The boy said.

“Bad taste, more like.” You sighed. “I mean, what was I thinking?”

Joshua shook his head, his hand rubbing your shoulder. “Don’t beat yourself up. Seriously, the right person will come along.”

Short laughter burst through your nose, and you looked at him with a knowing, lighthearted grin. “Are you supposed to be that person, Joshua Hong?”

“I’d like to think I am.” He chuckled, his cheeks getting rosier. “But I know you’re not ready. I can be patient, though.”

“So, you’re going to wait for me?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

Joshua nodded. “For you, and you only? Of course.”

At that, something deep in your chest began to stir. The feeling robbed you of your words and left you breathless. Afraid of what you might do in the silence between you, quickly, you changed the subject.

“Am I going to hear that special song you wrote? Or have you scrapped it already?”

“You’ll hear it.” Joshua said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out an ivory guitar pick. “Save your applause for the very end, though. I know you might be tempted to start cheering, come up on stage in front of everyone and try to kiss me or something.”

Rolling your eyes, you started to laugh, your breath becoming a thin cloud in the still coldness of winter.

“You wish, Joshua Hong.”

He sighed, a faint smirk on his lips. “You’re right. I do.”

At approximately five o’clock in the morning, you were awakened by a fist banging at your front door. For a moment, you believed it was nothing more than part of a fuzzy dream, and simply tossed over in bed as your arms dug further under the pillow. However, the banging resumed almost instantly, and though it was very muffled, someone was calling your name.

Groaning, you dragged yourself from between the sheets and into the washroom, taking a quick sip of water before splashing some to your face. In a loose pair of shorts and a poorly adjusted tank-top, you stumbled to the front door, throwing it open while yawning.

“J-Joshua?” You mumbled, rubbing circles to your eye.

He stood on the opposite side of the threshold with a glimmery-red gift bag in his hand. For some reason, he was dressed in his jacket, those dark brown locks of his seeming damp or partly soaking as they were brushed back from his forehead. His cheeks and mouth were rosy, eyes glistering, and he was breathing deep.

You thought he looked gorgeous.

“Hey!” He exclaimed a little too loudly, as though he’d forgotten how early it was. “So, uh, weird news. Turns out we’re leaving for South Korea today, and we have to catch this seven-am flight. We’re kinda pressed for time. Jeonghan’s been helping me throw all my shit into these suitcases and—anyways, besides the point.” Taking in another breath, Joshua then held up the pretty red gift bag. “I got you for the Gift Exchange. Well—not really. But I made Mrs. Akané switch with me. This is for you.”

The sudden splurge of information had for feeling even more disorientated than when you first awakened. Joshua had to leave already? Had he been packing ever since you walked home together from his show? He pulled strings to get you for the Gift Exchange?

Reaching into the bag and pushing around some tissue paper, you pulled out a rectangular-shaped kit. It felt fairly heavy.

And then you realized just what he’d gotten you.

“Really?” You smiled, letting the bag drop to the floor because all you cared about was the project in your hands. “Another paint by numbers kit? I didn’t even know they sold these here!”

Joshua nodded, brushing some melted drops of snow off his cheek. “It wouldn’t have arrived on time if I ordered it online. Trust me, it was a process. I had to get Jeonghan’s grandma to make some calls because she’s friends with this craft store lady.” He half-sighed, half-laughed. “I just remembered you were so upset about it when I met you. About a lot of things. And I never stopped feeling sorry. I know I laughed at it and everything, but I thought it was cute.”

You brought the project to sit on the dinner table. Looking outside into the street light, you were shocked at how heavily it was snowing. Huge, fluffy clumps. No wonder Joshua’s hair was so damp and his skin so flushed. You couldn’t believe that just a few hours ago, you were sitting on that barstool near the back of the dim room, listening to him sing and feeling like you were starting to love all over again. Now, Joshua was being whisked away.

“I should really get going.” Joshua said, rubbing his pink nose, “Jeonghan and Jihoon are waiting for me down there.”

“W-Wait!” You exclaimed before the boy could disappear.

Joshua paused, though you could read the look of urgence coloured to his face. It was merely a few seconds you stood in that spot, fiddling anxiously with your fingers and struggling to take another step, yet it felt as though time had stretched itself out like plasticine.

And even though it was slightly terrifying, you had never felt so warm and full of thrill until you had crossed the space to kiss him. Your hands pushed against Joshua’s chest, searching for stability, as you experienced the soft sensation of your lips pressed so desperately to his. Joshua grabbed your cheek in his cold hand to tilt your head a little more left. He stared at you with a hazy, sort of dreamlike look, just for a moment, before kissing you again.

“Am I making you late?” You laughed breathily in between the heated breadth of another kiss.

Joshua shook his head, taking your face in both his hands, moulding his mouth against yours in a smile.

“They can wait just a minute longer,” he answered, “I can’t believe you’re doing this right when I have to leave. You’re really screwing me over, here.”

“Then finish it when you get back.” You smirked.

This time, you were certain of something: you hadn’t jumped too soon. You weren’t going to crash. You were falling in love.

✧✎ a/n: the end the end!! happy holidays !! <3 honestly think it’s kind of the dream to get joshua as ur apartment neighbour xoxo. HOPE U LIKED THIS DANI AND THAT IT GAVE YOU SOME SMILES heheh. i actually haven’t written for joshua in quite a while so i rly appreciated getting to experiment with this. i also love the idea of joshua in a band and being a sappy romantic who always writes abt his future muse ;_; i’m not a huge fluff person BUT I WILL GLADLY GIVE UP EVERYTHING FOR THAT!

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That Be Some Good Buttercream

Summary- Steve and Bucky get your help in replicating a howling commando days battle using Christmas baking fun. But... Does anything ever quite work out the way it should? Set in the same characters I used in Night In, Looking Pretty Fly and Popping Pez and Mismatched Socks. Written for @official-and-unstable-satan 300 Follower Celebration Challenge. She still has many prompts, check it out. Prompts in italiacs. No warnings, all fluffy.

Word Count- 1.6k

A/N- so proud of your accomplishments babes, you are an amazing writer and I love getting lost in your stories and listening to your ideas. I know your just gonna keep going up from here. Love you always babygirl 💚😈💚😈💚😈💚

“Bucky, they came around from the south end”

“No they did not. I remember Steve, I was there.”

“Yea, and so was I”

You and Sam had been listening to the two super soldiers carry on at the oversized table in the compounds kitchen dining area for a good hour before you readjusted the volume on the tv once more. Sam, half laying over half the couch remained scrolling on his phone, remarking.

“Aint gonna do you no good, they just get louder.”

You sigh and hit the off button, he was right. Might as well go see what these two were up to anyways. Pushing yourself off the couch, Sam promptly stretched his legs out onto where you were sitting, making himself comfterable. “See you on the other side Kid!” He joked, settling into watching youtube.

Wandering in, you saw the two men bent over large map, Steve with pencil in hand drawing arrows to discern where they started from, stretching it across what looked like a military base. Bucky shook his head.

“No no no, Punk, I wasnt up there, I was down here”

“Bucky, I had you up on the highest point, it just looks weird on paper.”

“You know what, this is pointless.” You could see Bucky getting aggitated with there project, pushing himself away from the table. “We need like... a 3D model to get this right.”

Steve to straightened up, his arms folding as he looked down at the heavily marked paper. “Well... Tony does have some...” You interrupt in this time, moving over to the table and taking a peek at what they were doing.

“You know, I have an idea of how to make you two a 3D model.” Both the men quirked brows, curious as to what you had in mind. "Givingerbread reanatcment.”

You expected a rebuttal, a laugh, anything, since you were joking. But the two of them actually looked thoughtful, glancing at each other. “It would be easier then trying to draw it out” Steve mentioned. “And easier then trying to get Tony to set up the AI model for us.”

“Plus we get some fucking cookies... Im in.” Bucky grinned, obviously pleased in the options of snacks. What started as a joke from you became a very serious matter as the two Soldiers dragged you into the kitchen. The two of them looking at you expectedly.

“I was just joking guys, Im not making you a hydra replica gingerbread base. You know how much shit that would take.” At this point you backtracking a bit, wishing the words hadnt fallen out of your mouth so damn easily cause you thought is was funny.

“Nonsense, you wont be doing all of it. Were going to help.” Steves already moving to wash his hands as Bucky is digging through a drawer and slipping on a god damn “Kiss the Cook” apron, he found in a drawer, ties it swiftly around his back and rolls up his sleeves.

“You know you always wanted to boss us around Doll.” Bucky smirks, wiggling brows in a teasing manner. “You finally get your chance.”

You look between the two men, the two of them nodding in encouragement, Steve composed as ever, waiting for You to explain how to start, and Bucky well he was opening drawers, pulling out random stuff that he thought you might use. He held up a spatula with a smirk, slapping the utinsel against his palm. “How about we get this train moving kids.”

Relenting, you turn to your phone for a recipe. “Okay fine, since you all insist. We need flour, sugar, eggs, ginger, cinnamon....” While your listing, both men are scrambling to find everything, and piling it on the counter, yourself you bring out some bowls, cookie cutters, lets face it. You needed the actual men to decorate like howling commandos. Turning on the oven to get it preheated, you search for decorations. “Steve, store run? We gotta make this accurate you know, and Buckys all dressed up for a day baking. Hate to send him." You just kinda motion lver Buckys getup, the kiss the cook stretched over his chest, the apron a size to small for him really.

Your already grabbing paper and jotting down a detailed list of food coloring, frosting, candies and such. Steve snatched the list when you held it out, he had a general idea of it all and nodded. "Dont hesitate to put Bucky to work. He just pretends to be all intimidating."

You roll your eyes and back in the kitchen theres a "Steve your a dick" retort from Bucky whos looking over the mess of ingredients piled on the counter. Steve, seemingly joyful as he grabbed keys and left, you suspect you might not see him at least another hour or two. No worries, you had the other super soldier on hand.

Heading back in you hand Bucky a bowl and eggs. "Start cracking, separating yolk from white, and no shells." You cant help but from watching him, looking a bit like a lost child, before he he starts to crack eggs and inspect for shells. You watch from the corner of your eye as you put together the dry ingredients, and start mesuring out the molasses, talking him through the rest of the buttercream frosting ingredients.

Dipping your finger in his finished product, you lick the tip of your finger, smirking at his widened eyes. Yea Steve, hes very intimidating. You maybe took a bit to much pleasure in teasing Bucky on occasion. "Mmmhh my very favorite part.... "

He cleared his throat and looked away, it might be a bit mean, but he would give it back later, this was a dance the two of you played. "Okay, what now?" He said a bit gruff and you grab your rolling pin, holding it to him.

Eyeing it a moment, his brow arched. "Ya want me to roll the dough?"

"Yea Buck, nice and thin, since you two want to make all these outer buildings as well." Pointing to Steve's sketching, And you reached in the dough and piled it on the counter on front of Bucky. "And Steve said to put you to work."

"I notice you gave Steve the easy job." He muttered as he started to flatten the dough.

"I knew you were more capable."

Bucky couldn't hide the grin at the compliment, and afterwards you both measured, cut and got the cookie sheets in the oven. Stealing part of the couch back from Sam and watching trash tv till the oven beeped. Bucky vaulted over the couch, head back into the kitchen and pulled them out of the oven.

"Are they firm?" You ask, peeking at them, a light brush of your fingers against them. The room smelled like bake gingerbread and smooth sugar. Tempting delectables to say the least.

"Yup, now what?"

"Cool and mantle your buildings." You say as You slide them off onto wire racks. "Go get the frosting, and I will show you." Already he was rummaging in the fridge to retrieve it. Peeling off the plastic cling, you pick up one of the cooler pieces and edged it with icing. Folding two pieces together. "Easy as that. You try."

Bucky took it so seriously, the tip of his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he piped that icing. His brows furrowed together in a dip right at the center. You bite back a grin and get a large dollop of icing on your finger and flick it at the man. Landing right in his face. He drops his cookie in surprise and blinks though the icing. "Fucken hell, Y/N! Whats that for?" Wiping it off, he flicks it back at you and you squeal getting hit.

That's war!

"Oh its on Barnes" smirking as you grab a cookie and crumble it, shooting it at him. Cookies fly, icing it flung, flour, and sugar is used to blind one another, you two ducked around the table, screaming and yelling insults playfully.

Bucky tried using the hose at the kitchen sink to spray you, in which you ducked and rolled right into him, the two of you collapsing in a heap on the floor among all your hard work, broken and scattered. Steve stood in the doorway, arms laden with two paper bags, his jaw hanging open at the mess. Bucky pokes you to get your attention and the two of you sit up, covered. Head to toe in frosting, flour and cookies.

"I was just gone an hour..."

"Its a long time to be left unsupervised." You shrug as you smear some frosting off your shirt and lick it off your finger, Bucky helped himself to your shirt frosting to since he had thrown half the bowl on you.

"Oh damn, thats good!" He grins.

"What about this is good?! You mean your gingerbread murder scene?!" Steve toed a dead gingerbread man with the tip of his shoe.

Bucky looked around and glared at his friend. "IT WAS HISTORICALLY ACCURATE" His voice raided to defend the mess and you promptly stuff a cookie in his mouth to shut him up.

"Come on Steve. Did the Hydra base not look like this after you two and the howling commandos were done?" You throw a cookie at him which bounced off his chest. "Eat a cookie, you feel better" next to you Bucky continued eating broken gingerbread men, grinning at his friend and nodding.

"Best damn cookies besides your mama's!" Bucky added between mouthfuls

"I just... Pick this up you two before tony throws a fit." Turning with the bags of candy he bought, passing Sam, he ditched them on the man still scrolling youtube

"You couldn't watch them for two seconds Sam?"

"And break up that little love fest? Puh-lease" Sam grinned at Steve and dug into the paper bags looking through the snacks, pulling out twizzlers.

"SCORE!"

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March 5, 2021: The Tale of the Princess Kaguya (2013) (Part One)

Once upon a time, there was a bamboo cutter.

In 2019, the anime Kaguya-sama: Love is War came out, and the third season’s supposed to come out later this year. I love this show a lot, honestly, and it’s actually based on an old Japanese story: 竹取物語, or The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter. I’d go into it, but obviously I’m also about to watch the movie based on it from 2013.

It reminds me of a Japanese Thumbelina, to be honest, although I know that they aren’t perfectly analogous. At least, I hope not. It’s not a great movie. Plus, it was one of the first movies I remember watching as a kid, so I’m good.

But yeah, this should be interesting! I’m definitely digging this form of the fantasy genre. You know, films based on folklore and mythology of a given country. Not necessarily what everybody thinks of, but it’s definitely within the genre. Still, I kinda want to branch out from Japan in the next few days. Still, let’s start with this one, yeah?

This film is yet another Studio Ghibli film, but Miyazaki’s not involved. No, this one is an Isao Takahata joint, and he was another one of the founders of Ghibli alongside Miyazaki. This was the last film he directed before his death in 2018. And he never got the same publicity overseas as Miyazaki, but he deserves some love. I’ve seen one other film of his, his first with Studio Ghibli. And...

...that was an experience. An experience that I have NO WILL TO REPEAT. Grave of the Fireflies is an amazing film. It’s also about two siblings surviving in Japan during World War II, in poverty. And no, they don’t die of radiation poisoning because of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

It’s so...SO much more depressing than that. Yeah. Not exaggerating. BUT WE ARE NOT GOING INTO THAT BEAUTIFUL, TRAMAUTIZING MASTERPIECE NIGHTMARE!!! We’re going into some that I genuinely hope isn’t as depressing. I’ll find out first-hand, I guess! SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

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Right from the opening credits, I already have a comment to make: the art style is meant to invoke classic Japanese paintings, and the effect is absolutely breathtaking. It’s a gorgeous movie right off the bat, but I won’t let that distract me...much.

Bamboo cutter Sanuki no Miyatsuko (James Caan) does just that: he cuts bamboo for a living, using it for many things. One day, in the forest, he sees a glowing bamboo stalk, which he tentatively approaches. The light creates a new bamboo shoot, inside of which, well...

Unsure of this little bamboo princess, he hesitantly approaches as she smiles at him and falls asleep in the flower. Thinking it a gift from heaven, Miyatsuko takes the tiny princess into his hands, and brings her home to his Wife (Mary Steenburgen). They decide to raise her, and as the Bamboo Cutter’s Wife takes the princess into her hands, she jumps about and seemingly transforms into a human infant.

The two are quite confused by this whole affair, but believe her to be a gift from heaven, being a miraculous little bamboo princess and all. She also apparently has the ability to cause instant lactation in the Wife, which is a TERRIFYING superpower when you think about it. Think about it: you’re walking down the street, when suddenly some person in a milkman or milkmaid costume jumps out from the shadow, points at you, and says “MILK!!!” and BAM! Now, Fred’s lactating.

Never said that power was limited by gender, now did I?

OK, weird-ass milk segue aside, this baby starts to grow REAL fuckin’ quickly, and a group of plum blossom trees bloom nearby The two pledge to raise the child as their own, in that Jonathan and Martha Kent-style, and they name her "Hime”, which means Princess.

Y’know, for an animated baby, she’s a cute-ass baby, I gotta say. I mean, look at this shit. Look at this CUTE-ASS SHIT.

My ovaries are twitching right now, and I don’t even HAVE that shit. Should I...should I see a doctor?

That tumbling act above leads her to learning to walk, all of which is evidenced by a group of neighborhood kids, who notice both her rapid physical and behavioral growth, and note that she’s growing as fast as bamboo. And yeah, she goes from infant to toddler in a few minutes as she’s learning to walk.

The kids nickname her “Lil’ Bamboo” (Takenoko in Japanese), and she continues to grow up quick. She learns to speak, and spends days with Miyatsuko as he cuts bamboo in the forest. On one of these days, she wanders off and meets a group of wild baby boars. And yeah, you’re right, IT IS cute as SHIT.

The mother boar doesn’t think so, and she charges the helpless Hime. However, she’s saved from a grisly fate by a young man named Sutemaru (Darren Criss), who also notes her rapid growth. And yeah, she goes from toddler to young child over the course of this interaction.

Sutemaru and the young kids from earlier go through the forest with Hime, bringing her along. And she seems to know the words to the song, somehow. She then chimes in with a song of her own, and I’m gonna see if I can find the lyrics in their original Japanese.

Well, I did, and translations aren’t great, but this is pretty similar to what’s being said in the original audio. So, yeah, we’ll go for it. By the way, the actress singing this and playing young Hime is Caitlyn Leone. Just wanted to give her some credit, because this is an interesting song that she sings.

At the end of it, she begins to cry, although she doesn’t know why. The kids basically brush it off, and go to bring her back to the bamboo grove, and to Miyatsuko. He’s searching for her, worries, when he comes across yet another glowing bamboo shoot. This time, when he cuts it open, gold spills out of it.

Time passes, and Hime continues to grow quickly, befriending the kids and Sutemaru, to whom she grows quite close over the summer. Meanwhile, another glowing bamboo shot appears, and from it come fine silks and fabrics. This, alongside the gold from before, leads Miyatsuki to believe that Heaven wants them to raise Hime to be a noble princess, one worthy of the fine fabrics they’ve received.

While his wife is unsure about that, his mind is made up, and he heads to the capital to build a mansion suitable for this lifestyle. Summer ends, and autumn harvest begins, by which time she’s grown up from child to pre-teen. She also changes voice actresses (in English, anyway), now being played by Chloë Grace Moretz.

Sutemaru notices this, too, and worries that she’ll keep growing and leave them behind. She says that that’ll never happen. And then, as she goes home that night...it does. Yeah, damn, and she promised and everything. But yeah, the little Bamboo family heads to the capital, where Hime is quickly taught the ways of a proper lady.

She’s confused by the changes, but her parents (dressed up in traditional robes and face paint, I’m assuming) quickly inform her that they own the mansion, as well as the many fine robes from the bamboo, and that they will be living there from now on. She takes it well. And that’s not an ironic segue, I actually mean that she takes it pretty damn well.

Maybe a little too well, as she frolics about and trips over a very proper woman, who chides her for unladylike behavior. This is her governess, Lady Sagami (Lucy Liu), and she’s been brought from the palace to teach Hime in the ways of being a noble lady.

Hime struggles with these lessons and the new high society lifestyle, especially as opposed to her previous country life. But then, sometimes she surprises the often frustrated Sagami, like with the koto, a traditional stringed instrument in Japan.

Soon enough, Hime comes of age, and the excited Miyatsuki plans a straight-up period party as celebration. Hime asks if she can invite her friends, but he adamantly refuses this request. Miyatsuki’s trying very hard to get Hime into the life of nobility, but her mother is a lot more understanding of her struggles.

Said struggles continue, as they attempt to prepare her for the upcoming party, and she refuses to get her eyebrows plucked, amongst other procedures. Ah, the trappings of a society that forces women into extremely restrictive gender roles, said the cisgender dude who’s ever taken a gender-studies course, but still basically gets the gist of the whole thing, probably.

In the lead-up to the party, Miyatsuki invites Inde no Akita (George Segal), a nobleman tasked with renaming princesses for formal ceremonies, based upon their true essence. He first sees her playing with a cat outside, for which Miyatsuki apologizes. Akita doesn’t seem to mind too much, though.

In a more formal meeting, Akita’s struck by her young beauty, and she plays to koto form him. He thus names her “The Shining Princess of the Supple Bamboo”. In Japanese, she’s called Kaguya-hime. Hence, the Princess Kaguya.

Party-time, and Princess Kaguya is presented with her new name publicly, but is not doing anything at the party, almost like a prize or trophy for the men who have attended the party. Said party goes on for...THREE DAYS? Jesus CHRIST, how much sake do they fuckin’ HAVE?

However, the party begins to go south when the partygoers question why her face is hidden behind blinds, and that she’s basically just a common girl whose father paid for a ceremony beyond their station. Basically, they’re being dicks. And Hime hears, well...all of it. And responds understandably, and...to be frank, beautifully.

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The art style turns sketchy and frantic as Hime runs away from the palace at hull speed, under the light of the full moon hanging above. It’s...gorgeous. Absolutely beautifully animated, I gotta say. And the music and sound, too! It’s just...beautiful.

She runs all the way back to her old village, where we can see that time has passed a bit. Not just in terms of Hime’s personal growth, but in terms of a baby from before, now visibly a little older. That isn’t all that’s changed, though, as all of Hime’s friends have apparently moved away.

Turns out that the mountain has been harvested to its fullest for wood, without destroying sustainability. Because of this, a man tells her that the families will likely not return for another 10 years. Interestingly enough, though, this conversation confirms that this movie has taken place over the course of a year, as Hime has never experienced the seasons in full.

After this realization, an exhausted Hime passes out in the show, only to wake up once again in the castle. Was it a dream? It would appear to be so.

Never have I seen a better place to pause. See you in Part 2!

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DUMPLING ch 33

She had managed to quell the flames after a minute or so. She wasn’t sure if it was because she was in familiar and comfortable company or if she was beginning to understand how to manipulate the fire. Avery and Saen continued with their taunts for the remainder of the time she spent in the camp and as the sun began to hang low in the sky, Quinn called out to her and asked if she could come over and stand near the tent so he could find something in the dark. She just stuck her tongue out at him.

It seemed like no time at all when Lolly returned to collect her. She walked over to Bart and patted his shoulder. “You were right about the jam, Bart. The little prince perked right up.”

Bart chuckled. “Thought he might.”

“And the Princess is up and eating, so I am pleased with that,” Lolly continued. “She’s still awfully frightened, the poor thing. Jumping at every noise and shadow...”

“Must be hard being in the house of the fella that slaughtered yer whole family,” Bart replied in a soft voice, possibly so as to keep Nenani from hearing. “She might take a while yet to calm. That’s an awful long time to be in hidin’ and certainly won’t be settin’ itself right in a day.”

“I wish there was something more we could do to calm her nerves. If you think of anything, don’t be shy by about sharing it,” Lolly replied. “Too bad jam doesn’t work as well with her as it did Haiyer.”

Bart chuckled. “A few days of rest and you takin’ care of her should help plenty, lass. Ye only had the Dumplin’ there fer a few hours when she showed up and ye worked wonders fer her.”

“I appreciate your confidence in me,” she replied with a gracious smile and then turned to Nenani. She was sitting near Avery’s station helping him cut lengths of twine to tie up roasts. “Well, little ma’am, are you ready?”

“Can’t I stay a little longer? Until Farris gets back?” Nenani pleaded. She had hoped Farris would have been back by then, but he had thus far failed to materialize.

“Oh, now put that pout away, missy,” Lolly replied. “It won’t get you anywhere with me.”

“Ye tryin’ to steal my twine cutter, woman?” Avery asked in mock outrage.

“Yer twine cutter’s overqualified,” Lolly shot back with a faint smirk.

Avery huffed a laugh. “My twine cutter’s cuttin’ her twine too long. Yer wastin’ my good twine, Dumplin’!”

“No, I’m not,” Nenani replied, glaring at Avery but without any heat. “You don’t double loop on the last one like Bart does so it just looks longer because you’re doing it wrong.”

Behind them, Bart laughed.

“I ain’t doin’ it wrong,” Avery replied defensively and inspected over one of the roasts he had already tied and placed in the waiting roasting pan. “See? Just as it should be.”

“They come undone if you don’t double loop the last one,” Nenani replied.

Avery leaned down into her space, regarding her with a quirked eyebrow. “I’ve been doin’ this longer than ye’ve been alive, lass. I think I know how to tie a roast.”

“That’s a long time to be doing it all wrong,” she shot back with a grin and yelped when Avery abruptly grabbed her up and shoved her towards Lolly.

“Take her,” Avery said dramatically. “Before I double loop her and add her to the roasts.”

Nenani was giggling as Lolly took hold of her and just before Lolly turned away, she stuck her tongue out at Avery who returned the expression gleefully.

“Go on with ye then,” he said with a laugh, waving them on and returning to his work. She did notice however, he double looped the last roast. Lolly let Nenani say her goodbyes to the others before taking her back to the Blossom room.

The corridors were abuzz with activity and Lolly was forced several times to dodge a wayward footmen or maid dashing down the hall. “Bettie! Have you pulled the south lawn laundry yet?” Lolly asked as one particular maid hurriedly brushed passed them.

“Just fetching it now, ma’am!” the young woman called back, face flushed.

“Well, go on then,” Lolly replied, non too pleased. “It should have been done more than an hour ago.”

The dark haired young maid dipped into a curtsy. “Sorry, ma’am,” young Bettie replied. “It’s just...I got distracted.”

Lolly clicked her tongue and shook her head disapprovingly. “That’s no excuse, you’re old enough to know better than to let little things distract you from your work.”

“I am sorry, it’s just...well, you’ll hear about it soon enough, I suppose. They found something in the west wing. Something big.”

Lolly huffed dismissively. “I don’t care what they found. I care that the King’s linens aren’t left out longer than need be. Once you’ve taken them down, get with Madam Reed and help her with the aprons. Wendy is ill and Ginger doesn’t have the upper arm strength to work the mangle.”

Bettie wilted, but gave another polite bow and turned to ostensibly go take care of the south lawn laundry.

“What’s a mangle?” Nenani asked.

“It’s a contraption they use down in the laundry to wring out excess water after they’ve washed something,” Lolly replied. “Very useful, but if you’re not careful it’ll smash your fingers. They’re washing your all boys’ aprons tonight and it’s quite a job to get all that oil and blood out of white cloth. They all have to be boiled in large tubs overnight. If you think Quinn and Kol get a work out making all that bread, you really should see my laundry maids on apron day. Those boys would not be able to keep up.”

Nenani grinned at that, putting away the nugget of information the next time she saw Quinn and Kol. The closer to the royal apartments they got, the less and less staff they ran into and more and more guards were to be seen. They passed one door that had two armed guards standing in front and Nenani craned her neck to peer at them as Lolly walked passed.

“What’s in there?” she asked.

“That’s Jae’s room,” Lolly replied. “After the attack, his Majesty's had guards posted outside his room night and day.”

“He got hurt trying to protect me,” Nenani said in a regretful and quiet voice.

“I’m very proud of him, actually,” Lolly told her. She looked up into the Matron’s face, curious. “He was very brave defending you against that monster.”

“But,” she said. “He almost died...I thought he did...”

“He will be very glad to see you once he is better enough for visitors,” Lolly told her. “Don’t fret now, sweetie. We have much to be thankful for and I am sure Jae will agree with me that there is no use regretting what we can not change. Besides, I am sure he will find ways in which to have you pay him back in spades once he is much recovered.” Nenani laughed at that, feeling better. Though she did regret involving him at all, she was very grateful to have him as a friend. She would need to think of some way of repaying him. A gift maybe? She would thin about it.

When they neared the Blossom room, Nenani was surprised to see two armed guards standing on either side of their door as well. She did not remember them being there before.

“Hello gentleman,” Lolly said as she approached. Both guards stepped aside to make room for her.

“Ma’am,” said of the guards, tipping his head politely to her and then his eye drew down to Nenani. He bowed his head in a more formal way. “M’lady.”

Nenani was about to reject his use of the honorific, but Lolly was stepping through the lintel and into the room before she could do more than open her mouth.

“You’re going to have to get use to that, I’m afraid,” Lolly said with a little snicker as she closed the door behind her.

“...hm,” Nenani grumbled, but a curious sound drew her attention. Haiyer was standing on the window sill, pressing his hands and face to the glass and giggling. Oira sat up in her bed, watching him with a content smile. When Lolly entered, Oira flinched, the smile disappearing in a flash of sudden fear, but it was gone the moment she recognized Lolly.

“My apologies, m’lady,” Lolly said as she placed Nenani on the bed. “I should have knocked.”

“No, it’s alright,” said Oira with a forced smile. “I’m still...it’s just...it’s been so long since I’ve been in Vhasshal or spoken with any of its people. I’ve quite forgotten my manners.”

“Not at all,” Lolly replied and stood there contemplative for a moment before continuing, “If it isn’t impertinent for me to say, Princess: I do not blame you for being frightened. Gods above we’ve given you every reason to fear us. It is my hope, though, that you come to see us as allies once more.”

“Please, do not call me that. I do not hold a title,” Oira said shaking her head. “And you don’t need my permission to speak frankly. In fact, I prefer it. I never did much care for the pageantry and parade that came with it all or all the flowery talk. It was always too easy to lie with people spoke with roses in their mouths. I was always terrible at it.” She gave Lolly a small smile. “Please. Just call me Oira.”

“Very well then,” Lolly said, smiling brightly. “I would also be very happy if you would call me Lolly.”

Oira returned the smile. “We have an accord then, Lolly.”

Haiyer’s loud squeal of joy drew their focus to him and the little boy was hopping up and down enthusiastically.

“What is out there?” Lolly asked, leaning to the side to peer through the window.

“He said he saw a fairy,” Oira replied, the content smile returning.

Nenani furrowed her brow. “A fairy?”

“It’s probably just a silverwing catching the light,” her mother said. “He claims to seem them all the time. Silverwings, fireflies, and so on. They’re all fairies to him.”

“...could it not be a real fairy?” Nenani asked. Both her mother and Lolly gave her patient smiles.

“Fairies only exist in stories,” Oira replied. “Otherwise I would be very concerned that one seemed to be taking interest in your brother.”

“Why? Are fairies bad?”

“When I was very young,” Lolly said, watching Haiyer with great amusement. “My mother told me that if I didn’t behave, fairies would come and snatch me away and take me to their fairy kingdom and I would never be seen again. Absolutely terrified me. I was scared of fireflies for years because my cousin told me they were fairies looking for children to spirit away.”

“We didn’t really have those kinds of stories in Silvaara. Evil mages and witches and such, yes,” Oira said. “My first governess terrorized me with stories of the Moor Witch.”

“Moor Witch?” Lolly asked. “I’m not familiar with that one.”

“She’s supposed to be an Ibronian spellweaver who was cast out for cursing the daughter of a great lord,” Oira explained. “And she roams the lands in search of naughty children to cook up or use as ingredients in her evil spells.”

“Why are all childhood stories always about something that wants to harm them in some way?” Lolly asked. “There are easier ways to get children to mind you properly without resorting to terrorizing them.”

Oira just shrugged. “Who is to say. I always felt there was enough true evil in the world to resort to tales of flight and fancy.”

Lolly nodded solemnly. “That is very true.”

“I wanted to thank you again for bringing the jam for Haiyer,” Oira said. “I haven’t seen him so excited in a long time.”

“I cannot take credit for that one,” Lolly replied with a grin, waving her hand dismissively. “It was Bart’s idea.”

Oira looked to Nenani. “Is he one of your kitchen friends?”

“Yup,” Nenani said smiling. “He’s the head butcher.”

“Well, when you see him next, tell him he has my gratitude,” she said and they all turned when Haiyer gave another loud squeal of joy, waving at his ‘fairy’. Oira laughed. “And Haiyer’s as well.”

Nenani walked across the bed to the side table next to it and just under the window. Hopping the small gap, she walking up and eased herself up onto the sill. Haiyer looked at her and grinned, holding up the blue stone that Nenani have given him prior.

“You were right! It is magic,” he said, bouncing a little. “Ellis said it’s really powerful too.”

“Who?” Nenani asked.

“The fairy,” he said. “She said it will protect me from the bad man.”

“Is Ellis still outside?” she asked, indulging in her little brother’s play and looking through the window. She could see the roofs and a watch tower and just the corner of what she assumed was the west wing as she could see fire damage. But there did not seem to be a fairy out there.

“No, she went away,” Haiyer replied in such a serious matter of fact way that Nenani couldn’t help but grin at him. “Ellis is very shy.”

“Is she your friend?” Nenani asked.

“Yep!” he said. He still had jam on his face and on his fingers. There were small sticky fingerprints all over the window. “She comes to see me sometimes. When I’m sad. And tells me funny stories to cheer me up.”

“Well so long as she doesn’t try to snatch you and take you to the fairy kingdom.”

Haiyer shook his head. “She said she couldn’t,” he replied. “Because she’s not allowed there anymore because she did a bad thing. So she lives in the mountains with her friend when she’s not visiting me.”

“Oh? Who is her friend? Another fairy?”

“No, he’s a giant,” he said once more in that matter of fact way. “Ellis says he’s really smelly, but she likes him anyway.”

Nenani tilted her head. “...a giant?”

“Uh-huh,” Haiyer said, sitting down next to Nenani on the edge of the sill; his little legs contently swinging back and forth. He noticed the jam on his fingers and licked them clean. “I never met him, but she said he doesn’t eat people like other giants and that’s he’s nice.”

Nenani laughed. “What’s his name?”

“Bertol,” he said. “Ellis said he can see the future.”

Nenani stared, a sudden sinking feeling in her belly and she wasn’t entirely sure why.

……………………………………………………………….

When night finally fell, Nenani and Haiyer settled into their beds and their mother took her time carefully tucking each of them in. Color was returning to her face and though she still looked tired, there was a more gentle easiness about her that made Nenani feel very relieved. Haiyer’s eyes were already closed by the time Oira finished pushing in the blanket around him snugly. Once the little boy was tucked in, she turned to Nenani, smiling. “I’ve dreamed of this so many times,” she said quietly as she pulled the blanket over her. “And I always wondered if Halden would tuck you or sing to you.”

“Sometimes, but he never sang as pretty as you,” Nenani replied, a funny fluttering sensation in her chest. It had been so long since her mother had tucked her in and it was almost like she was little again. Before all the bad things happened. Oira’s smile widened and she huffed a quiet laugh. And then began to sing...

“A rose for my beauty

So red

And frail

A peach for my sweetheart

So sweet

And pale

A hug for my darling

So warm

And brief

A goodnight kiss for my baby

To hold

To keep...”

Nenani closed her eyes, letting her mother’s words drift over her and closed her eyes. No dreams came to her, but she slept deeply and peacefully. So she was surprised when he eyes fluttered open and it was still dark. She sat up and looked around the room, the moon having cast a dreamy pale light that allowed her to see fairly well. Both her mother and brother were soundly asleep and it was only when she heard the voices from outside the door that she understood what had woken her.

“Sorry, sir,” she heard the muffled worlds of one of the guards. “They’re all in for the night and we have order not to allow anyone inside without...”

“Aye, I’m sure ye do boys and I thank ye fer it. Figured it was a lost errand, but nothin’ ventured nothin’ gained. I’ll say goodnight, then.”

Nenani’s heart skipped a beat and she threw off her bed clothes and scrambled to the wooden stairs set beside the larger bed and almost fell the last two steps in her haste. She ran to the door and began to bang on it. “Open the door!” she yelled, slamming her fist into the wood with such force that her hand hurt. “Open it, please!”

“Nenani, what’s wrong?” her mother asked worriedly from her bed.

“That was Farris!” Nenani replied, turning to look up at her mother with pleading eyes. “He’s just outside!”

Oira sighed in relief and shook her head. “Darling, it’s late, you’ll be able to say hello tomorrow...”

“No! I need to see him now!” Her fists returned to banging on the door, but still it didn’t move. She growled in frustration and gave it a firm kick. “I said open the fucking door!”

She heard her mother gasp. “Nenani, that’s...”

The locking mechanism clicked high above her head and the knob began to turn and it had barely opened at all before she was wedging herself through the gap and she spilled out into the hallway.

“What the...”

“M-m’lady, what’s…?” Nenani ignored the confused uttering of the guards and looked around. She spotted movement at the end of the hall as it turned the corner and she ran towards it. Behind her, she could heard the confused guards talking and then her mother call her name, but she ignored them all. When she rounded the corner, she abruptly hit a wall of leather and fell back with a startled cry.

“Ah!”

“Oi!” She looked up and met Farris’s green eyes as they went from wide and surprised to narrow and angry. “What the –? Dumplin’! What th’ fuck are ye doin’?”

She scrambled to her feet, her eyes suddenly blurring and she knew her hands were glowing, but did not have it in her to care. “I wanted to see you before but they said you went to the market and Lolly wouldn’t let me wait for you and Bart said he was gonna ask the King’s falcon man to send Yale a note to let him know I’m okay and then I heard you just now but I couldn’t reach the door knob and they were opening the door really slow!”

“Take a breath lass, yer turning blue,” Farris said with a confused chuckle as he knelt down. His eyes flicked down to her hands. “...and yer glowin’.”

Nenani looked at her hands and growled in frustration as her finger tips began to flicker with flames. “I can’t help it, it just happens now.”

Farris snorted into his hand. “Aye, the boys were tellin’ me about yer new trick an’ all that.”

“And before you ask,” Nenani said firmly and holding up a glowing finger. “No one’s allowed to call me Princess, Princess Dumpling, or m’lady. I’m not any of those things. I’m just me.”

He laughed properly at that, wiping a hand across his brow. “Alright, then. Any other commands ye have fer me, lil’un?”

Nenani stared into her guardian’s face and thought for a moment – there was so much she wanted to say – but in lieu to vomiting out all the miasmic thoughts and worries congealing in her head, she simply held her arms out, face pleading. Farris’s eyes softened and he reached down towards her, pulling her little body into his hands and raised her up. The pressure and warmth of his grip was a welcome and familiar presence and she felt herself trembling as she fought to keep her emotions from sending her into a blaze.

“Oh, my lil’ darlin’,” he said quietly, pulling her close to him, tucking her under his chin and wrapping her up with his hands. He was nearly enveloping her and she felt the wave of relief wash over her. “Thank the Gods yer alright. I thought I’d lost ye.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, pushing her face into his shirt.

“Don’t,” he told her firmly. “I won’t be hearin’ it.”

“But he hurt you and you were bleeding!” she cried, shaking. “And I’m sorry I didn’t say anything before about what was going on and maybe if I did you and Jae wouldn’t have gotten hurt and now everything’s all weird and scary and I just...I just...”

“Lil’un,” Farris said in the same stern tone, pulling her away from him to peer at her. “Yer not responsible fer what that bastard did.”

“But I am still sorry,” she whimpered. “Everyone keeps telling me not to be, but I can’t help it. My friends were hurt and I’m sorry for it. Even if it wasn’t my fault, I still feel like it is. I can’t help it.”

Farris shook his head, suppressing a grin and then fixed her with a look. “Nenani. We wouldn’t be stickin’ our neck out fer ye if we didn’t think ye were worth protectin’. Princess or not, fire mage or not...yer still the same scrawny lil’ lass yer always were. I took a vow when I had that marker made.” He pointed to the small metal mediallion still around her neck. Through everything that had happened, she had managed to keep a hold of it. “And it don’t matter who or what ye are. I intend to keep that promise. Whatever the risks. Understand me, lil’un?”

Nenani nodded and sniffed, wiping at her cheeks with her sleeve. “Yes.”

“And I should be the one tellin’ ye I’m sorry,” he said and hesitated, swallowing against the emotion rising in his throat. “Yer just a lil’ girl. Ye shouldn’t have to be worryin’ about some deranged fuck tryin’ to kill ye. Ye got hurt ‘cause I couldn’t protect ya like I should’a.”

Nenani shook her head and opened her mouth to protest his words, but he pulled her to him again and said quietly, “And when I thought ye were gone, lass…I haven’t felt so low in a mighty long time... a mighty long time.” Nenani didn’t trust herself to speak so she squeezed her hands against his fingers. “And then the boys all told me how Keral’d brought ye back from the dead somehow and who ye really were and…what ye were.”

He pulled her away again so he could look at her. His eyes were always so sharp and piercing, but now they were soft and warm and there were tears pooling under them. “But all I cared about was knowin’ my lil’un was alive. Safe. And home.” She broke down and sobbed, the flames began to dance around her, but Farris didn’t even flinch.

“I...” Nenani struggled to speak and swallowed thickly. “I...I never...finished the tonics…”

The spice master’s face broke out into a wide grin. “Ah, now. Don’t be worryin’ about that, lass.”

“But, it’s my job right?” She said, looking into his face, pleadingly. “Will...will you still teach me?”

“If ye still want to be learnin’ all that,” Farris replied. “Seems a like a lowly way fer a Princess to be spendin’ her time.”

She hung her head. “I don’t want to be a Princess if it means I can’t be with you all anymore...”

He pulled her close to his face, nuzzling her. “Yer always welcome down there with us, Dumplin’,” he said softly. “Always.”

Farris’s eyes suddenly darted over to the corner and he pulled Nenani away from him. She turned around as best she could within his hands and saw her mother standing at the corner of the corridor, watching them.

“Mama!” Nenani said, grinning. “This is Farris.”

Farris then seemed to remember himself and careful as he might, sat Nenani back on her feet, clearing his throat quickly and straightening his shirt. “Apologies m’lady,” he said somewhat awkwardly. “I was just...”

“No, no, please. Don’t be,” Oira assured him quickly with a smile. “I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“I didn’t mean to wake ye, I know it’s late,” Farris said with a bow of his head and Oira stared at him for a moment.

“When Keral told me that Nenani had been living here for over three months and that she was being looked after by the cooks,” Oira said. “I couldn’t help but imagine the most horrible things...”

Farris blinked at her and nodded solemnly. “...I can understand why,” he replied seriously. “But none of my boys or I would ever hurt her.”

Her mother smiled, looking profoundly relieved. “I can see that now. I feel foolish for having ever thought otherwise. It’s very obvious that you love her dearly. And I can’t thank you enough for taking her in, sir.”

“Yer very generous, m’lady,” Farris bowed his head. “But it’s not anythin’ more than any other decent folks would’a done.”

She studied him for a moment, her smile fading.

“No, it’s not. It’s so much more,” Oira said frankly, shaking her head. “I know many supposedly decent people who all turned her away. People I had thought I could rely on. People who had known her since birth. Being a decent person doesn’t make someone good hearted. And I believe you have a very good heart, sir.” She paused. “Nenani told me that she caught the reap and that you were the one who gave her medicine and stayed with her through the fever. All those decent people I knew would have thrown her away in fear of catching it. But not you.”

Farris seemed at a loss for how to respond.

“And I overheard all that you were saying just before,” Oria continued with a grateful smile. “You care for Nenani greatly, do you not, sir?

“Like she was m’own,” Farris replied without hesitation.

Oira was silent for a long moment, studying the larger man as though seeking something in his eyes.

“I have failed her so many times,” she said finally, voice quiet. “It just seemed the harder I tried to protect her, the further away she became until...she was all alone. I was never there when she needed me most,” said the woman, her eyes brimming with emotion. “But you were. And I will be forever in your debt for it. She needs people she can rely on and it’s clear to me how much she cares for you too.”

“M’lady, I...”

“Please,” Oira replied with a small laugh. “I haven’t been a lady for a long time and I’ve all but forgotten how to act the part. If it wouldn’t be too much trouble, I’d prefer if we spoke frankly.”

“Aye, I can do that,” Farris replied, seeming fairly pleased with the idea. “Lil’ relieved to here ye say it, if we’re speakin’ plainly. Never been all that good with that flowery talk.”

Her mother laughed at that, nodding in wholehearted agreement and then regarded Farris curiously, smiling. “I have to say, I find you far more tolerable than your brother.”

“Oh, aye? First time I’ve ever been accused a’ that,” Farris grinned. “But Keral’s not so bad once ye come to understand his...idiosyncrasies.”

“His idiosyncrasies are in need of a bath,” Oira replied tersely and earned herself a loud bark of a laugh from Farris.

“Fat chance a that, lass,” he chuckled. “Mum’s been tryin’ to get him to bathe regularly since he was ten. If her chasin’ ‘im with a broom ain’t gonna convince ‘im, ye ain’t got a breath of a’ prayer.”

“Your poor mother,” she replied. She looked to Nenani with a pointed look. “I could never keep this one away from mud puddles. And I swear she only had any interest in them until after she’d already had a bath.”

“Aye, she does have a knack fer findin’ a mess to throw herself into,” Farris remarked with a smirk and then regarded Oira with a curious look. “I’ve been teachin’ her how to mix tonics few a wee bit. I don’t suppose ye would have any objections on that continuin’?”

Oira seemed a little surprised by the question but recovered quickly. “Not at all. It’s a very useful skill to have. And I’m sure she’d love any excuse to visit you.”

Nenani gave her mother the biggest grin she could manage, her flames dying down until only her fingertips glowed. “So I can still go to the kitchen? Even if it’s not proper…?”

“Nenani,” she said patiently and cupped her daughter’s face in her hands. “You’ve made a life here all your own. And I don’t want to tear you away from that, but to to be apart of it. My only wish is to see you safe and happy. It’s all I’ve ever wanted for you.”

“Thank you,” she said and hugged her mother.

“Alright then,” Farris said with a smirk and carefully eased himself back onto his feet. “I’ll be seein’ ya tomorrow morning then, lass.”

“After breakfast though,” Nenani added quickly. “I’m not waking up with the chickens.”

“Pickin’ and choosin’ yer terms a bit there, ain’t ye?” Farris asked and then nodded. “But, aye. After breakfast then. I’ll say goodnight to ye both.”

“Goodnight,” Nenani said with a big smile.

“Goodnight,” Oira echoed before adding, “And thank you, Farris. Truly.”

The kitchen master dipped his head before turning away to walk back down the hall towards the servant’s corridor entrance, his head held a little higher.

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secretarendelle · 5 years

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Hansanna For The Holidays 2019

I didn’t write these in advance as I originally planned, but I am hoping to do a 13-part fic with each of the prompts setting the stage for a new chapter. I’m not entirely sure how I’m going to accomplish this, but I assume it will work itself out. Happy Holidays to everyone in the fandom. <3

Day 1 - Yule Ball

If there was one thing Hans knew about Anna, it was that she loved to dance.

During that night together – their one night together before everything went wrong – they had danced all over Arendelle, from the ballroom to the clock tower.

And she had been quite a dancer. Surefooted and fun, with a lightness to her step and a joyous laugh with every quip from his tongue.

But now, after so much time had passed, it wasn’t her sister’s coronation ball he was waiting to enter.

It was her own.

Queen Anna.

He liked the sound of it.

Especially since Elsa was running off to be queen of the forest or something ridiculous like that.

He stepped up to the servant at the entrance and handed over his invitation. Not addressed to him specifically, but to a member of the Southern Isles royal house. And Hans was still a member of that family – even if the others tended to pretend even harder now that he wasn’t.

And the invitation wasn’t one and a guest. Just one. Everyone else at this shindig seemed to be arriving in pairs. It wasn’t too much of a stretch of the imagination to think that perhaps Anna wanted him here – and wanted him here by himself.

He took a champagne flute from a nearby waiter and let his eyes drift across the crowd. Anna. Where was Anna. While he looked, he ran over the plan in his head. Find Anna. Alone, preferably. Apologize profusely. Ask her to dance, for old times sake. Woo her with perfect charm and grace, and help her to focus on the good times.

Not the bad ones. He closed his eyes and inwardly cursed himself for turning down the chance to kiss her – and for every moment after. Joke was on Hans – Elsa took herself out of the picture and Anna got the crown.

But he knew Anna. And she was the sweet, kind, forgiving type. Plus, she’d need a strong man at her side, with a level head. And he knew that—

Ah, there she was. Standing next to Elsa, laughing with the Duke of Weselton…seriously? He tried to kill Elsa and called her a monster, but he was obviously still on their good side. That seemed ridiculously unfair.

He wanted to go over there right now and try to right those wrongs, but perhaps he shouldn’t be too hasty. Elsa still had that ice thing going on. He’d gotten a huge taste of it when he was out shoveling manure one dreary day in the Southern Isles, and he didn’t want a repeat of that experience. He waited, watching and sipping his champagne.

And then! Elsa accepted the Duke’s hand and he swept her off into a bizarre waltz. Now was the time to act. Hans smoothed his waistcoat and confidently stepped forward.

And faltered.

Anna had hurried a few steps over to the backside of a big, burly blond man and put her hands over his eyes. Hans watched in shock as the man spun around, laughing, and pulled Anna into a tight hug.

Wait. Hans recognized that man. That was the one who was with Anna on the boat, after the whole killing-Elsa-project went south. And now the man was kissing Anna – Hans’ Anna – right on the lips!

Hans’ jaw dropped, and it wasn’t until he was tapped on the arm that he realized he must look very undignified indeed. A short, chubby blonde girl was gazing up at him with bright blue eyes. She batted her eyelashes and smiled. “Would you like to dance?”

“Of course,” he said, and held out his gloved hands. He was not entirely sure he wanted to dance with this girl, but at least it looked better than standing around with his mouth hanging open.

“Great!” the girl said, and slipped her fingers into his. “I’m Ari.”

“Hans,” he murmured, as she began to prattle endlessly about her entire life.

Hans half-listened and nodded, occasionally glancing at Anna and the blond oaf. He’d only been Arendelle twice, and he was still unaccustomed to how the fairer sex behaved in this country. In the Southern Isles, any girl of good breeding knew to be demure and keep her mouth shut. But here they blabbed on and on…and even asked men to dance!

Perhaps it had something to do with the country being run by women.

Ari took a breath and Hans pounced. “Do you know who the man is with the new queen?” he asked.

“Kristoff? Sure, I know him. He stops by my papa’s pastry shop sometimes and picks up krumkake for the princess. Oh!” She blinked. “I mean the queen, now. They’re cute together, aren’t they?”

Personally, Hans thought they looked ridiculous together. And he was surprised to feel a twinge in his chest when Ari mentioned the krumkake. That was his and Anna’s thing. At least he thought it was.

“And where is this Kristoff from?”

She frowned. “Uh, Arendelle?”

“He’s not a prince?”

Ari laughed, high and giggly. “Oh, no, Kristoff’s an ice cutter or something.” She wrinkled her nose. “He’s about as far from a prince as you could get. He’s a great guy…but he kind of smells like reindeer.”

Hans looked back toward the couple in time to see Anna dipping a ripe red strawberry into the chocolate fondue before poking it into Kristoff’s mouth. Hans winced. That was a little much. Was nothing sacred?

He excused himself from Ari and went off by himself to sulk for a while. The balcony where he and Anna had sang together was empty, and he sat on the edge with a sigh of annoyance. Surprised Kristoff and Anna hadn’t carved their initials in a heart on the stone next to the wisteria vines.

He stood up and looked back in the ballroom. Ari had latched on to someone new. Elsa was nowhere to be seen, but the duke was still dancing like a chicken. Anna and Kristoff were on the dance floor. Hans watched with growing satisfaction as Kristoff tried, again and again, to match Anna’s skills. Hans smiled to himself. The problem was, Anna needed to be led. He knew she needed it on the dance floor…and he thought she needed it in life, too. But had he misjudged her? Or had she just changed with the passing of time?

Kristoff stepped on her foot, and she yelped loud enough that Hans heard her on the balcony. Kristoff was falling over himself, apologizing, but Anna brushed it off.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said. “You can go see Sven if you want. I know you’re sick of this.”

Kristoff smiled, obviously relieved, and began to loosen his cravat as he headed toward the door.

Anna turned and watched the dancers. Her shoulders sagged as she sighed.

And Hans stepped back into the ballroom. He grabbed another champagne flute and knocked it back – a little liquid courage – and then stepped behind the new queen.

“Your majesty,” he murmured, and she spun around with a squeal and threw her arms out and…

He grabbed her wrist, right before she smacked him in the nose. He eyes popped open wide. “You!”

“Anna,” he said.

She frowned and yanked her arm away from him. “Let go of me!”

“Sorry,” he said, and he really was. He didn’t mean to start things that way, but it was only natural to protect his face from Anna. She’d gotten him good several times in the past.

A guard Hans didn’t recognize stepped forward, but Anna held a hand up. “It’s fine, Matthias.” The man stepped away, but continued to keep watch.

“So here you are.” Anna crossed her arms. “I was wondering if you’d actually come.”

“Of course I’d come,” he said.

“Why?” she asked. “Did you think that maybe you could woo gullible Anna again?”

“Of course not!” He turned his face into what he hoped was the perfect mix of shock and contempt. “I know you’re involved with someone, and I respect that. I just wanted to come back because…well, I knew I owed you an apology.”

He watched as her features softened. Just a bit. “I see.”

He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Anna. I’m sorry for all the awful things I did to you, and to your sister. I don’t have any excuses for my behavior. It was the very worst of me, and I’ve been punished for it, and I wanted you to know that I wish I hadn’t done it. If I could take it back, I would, but I can’t, so I have to live with it. But I needed to let you know that from the very bottom of my heart, I am so terribly sorry.”

She nodded. “All right. Thank you.”

“I don’t suppose all is forgiven?” He lifted his mouth in a half-smile.

“I forgive you,” Anna said, “but it’s not like I’m going to forget it. How can I even trust what you’re saying now, when you tricked me so terribly before? But I can’t dwell on it. That only makes me suffer. Not you.”

“Do you want me to suffer?” he asked.

She thought for a moment, then shook her head. “No. I guess I did for a while, but then…well, we’ve been having such adventures here, and such interesting times together, that I sort of stopped thinking about all of that.”

Ouch. He didn’t expect her to basically say she’d forgotten all about him. He had liked thinking that she was pining over him all this time. Instead, she’d been kissing a new man and having adventures with her weird sister.

It appeared that a grand rekindling of their romance was not in the cards after all. He was about to tell her goodbye and turn away for good – and then he realized one thing he could give her that the others could not.

He held out a hand. “Would you honor me with one more dance? For old time’s sake?”

Her bright blue eyes met his. Then they looked down to his open palm.

He was the only one that could fulfill her childhood fantasy of dancing the night away with a handsome prince. And Anna still loved to dance.

She placed her tiny hand in his.

Continued here

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sirjustice108-blog · 4 years

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To USA

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Kebi they have known walks that side and this side so conducive 4 a knockdown like in the USA but not in Kenya as people who have gone their can say, so to kill him and eat him in Kenya proof futile so they say get to the USA to facilitate the above. Yeah, I was smelling sweet now i smell 3 x as much as i used to when i hit the pussy i smell 6 x as when i was i Wichita. Go ya way, u fools, stupid braggart!!!! Click the song link below 4 more

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_3mHMWO_-mM

Now if policeman sees 1 with cash in ya midst they say u r partaking bang as them also hope to benefit as u want to benefit from him, using women as prostitutes to get that cash from u, marshal up the cash allover Kenya and put something on road like a matatu even with a business u give ya woman, put some side to give the group to go on. Be watchful 4 such women as they champion continuity of bad traits in the community, the lazy still do and u wonder why if u dont know the above. Some twilight organizations give u the woman u want to fuck see from website as they take 10% of it to ensure they lady safety, in-fact they send the woman to ya doorstep not as previous only in hotels

Now we got the hand held thermometer with decimals at some few meters it tells ya friend, neighbor or brother temp, so if an intruder transfigures to their likes u take it from beside or behind and what u eject is a rod, u hit him with good and nowhere u will be taken cause he has disturbed ya 4 long and its been a nuisance as much as with banks. If ya money stolen or u killed, ambushed or kidnapped is the bank staff wanting to take ya cash and if u had written a will 4 ya money to be given like $ 1 to every bank client then they got to obey that so they dont benefit from ya cash if the manage to do the above. The problem will solve it self as uncle Nellies of the south tells no point 4 empty romantic illusions like philosophical sayings which have only made such people be killed and the above technology can be used in passport centers, point of entries of countries in voting centers, schools, jobs etc 4 identification.

E-speed boat as well can be of help to Somali to get goods and people to the other side via the Indian or red sea cause its not that wide to Yemen or Oman and if those nations have built good infrastructures like rail system and road then getting to UAE or Kuwait after connecting with road or rail from speed boat aint an issue.

They even get plates parts which are broken from houses and take them to like the nursing homes and shelters to be counted as broken as new one replenished while the not broken 1 but hidden shipped to African markets like explained below but lucky enough Africans have learnt to make such as plates where u take broken part place in dough 30% weight of the plate- u measure it with ya weighing machine- then in the dark hurl cold water unto it and boom its formed.

Unless God speaks again is when we can authenticate the bible truth and doctrines, if not they were written but 1 thing cements the truth to tell u God exists like at night u hear hell door being shut up with a voice and those who have died if u partake -mwarubaine- u see them in hell or on bench waiting or free. Goat and ship parable to bring the above reality

Ona vile voke amefura vile anatembea, eti madem anatake wameongeza mangari na sasa watu wanataka kuanza kuwasumbuwa sasa ni sharti alete hiyo jinsia waache eti got to be wise or cleaver to rattle a certain trait dude period.

Look at how dedanul is standing on the road some1 might think he is thinking profoundly but unfortunately if u could have known his thinking u could be pitying him as his wife is cooking stew meat and he is somehow angry but with the visitors to the the above, it means he will have to part with few pieces as well as a small piece of ugali which if alone he can eat like 4 times, so he is thinking on how he can do the same with still maintaining respect. See what am saying, he is calling his wife to keep him the food he wont be able to eat with them so if they leave some ugali he will add to his. Girlfriend “ I will be there after an hour” says delanu, as he head to but a dime roasted maize on the other side of the road.

East Africa boat making company in the links below

https://www.google.com/search?q=tanzania+speed+boat+making+company&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjNr5DT1N_oAhUJmxQKHXTWCLsQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=654

https://www.montereyboats.com/Boat-Manufacturer-4-5.html

https://www.facebook.com/SamAnzaiBoatBuildersCoLtd/

Atomic bomb made with many abbreviation written on boxes placed under dough, used clothes, plastic or glass bottle, chaff or cereals as well a cotton wool or leaves and cold water poured, same to nucleic bomb where the place in dough aint the above abbreviated boxes but egg albumen or nucleus or York.

Paid we want his corpse via political turmoil like those who were shot up high on chopper or exhumed or in anyway possible not known to de public. KEBI corpse.

Locate not loyal people to the govt if they got rich followers so kill them like above to later lias with clan members to exhume to take the coffin and replaced with an exhumed old 1 now as much as jewels and shoes as much as suits. Try with along tumblr signing up/in email of more than 35 character to log in another computer, it cant dude, it tells u wrong format, so how on earth u want the same.

Bank should capture people opening account to avoid impersonating fellow doing the same which creates hardship between ya and the bank like in the link below, so it can be retrieved or place under the bank website for public 4 every a/c opened where u input id no or name and it comes with the held in hand detectors in place like temperatures, pulse rate or bmi to make it impeccable.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NSPhaaAcIo8

https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=hand+held+temperature+machine

https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=hand+held+bmi+machine

https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=hand+held+body+must+index+machine

Buy wind turbine and rotate it not with wind but another gear motor like in the link below the motor shown while on motion in24 hr way consume 2 units of Kenyan power so in a month consumes 30 units which is $ 12 no-matter what, so its a nice energy saver as sometimes u switch off the motor when not using the electricity or to avoid overheating that could burn the motor. So u rotate the wind turbine with 12 bucks while the energy given u use to power your house gadgets as much as lighting and shower. Owner of think twice electronics, u can buy 1 that uses 120 volts to still save much connecting it to a 120-240 step up/down transformer, the electric bill would be even less that $ 12 specified above, make work easy dude

https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=alibaba+wind+turbine+

https://www.google.com/search?q=alibaba+120+volts+motors+images&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiOxPGWguDoAhWLERQKHVuEACkQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=654